My name is Podrigotumma and when I was a teenager, late one evening, I saw my father come

into the kitchen, grab a slice of bread and eat it.

I think his blood sugar had dropped and there was so much about that moment that struck

me.

I was a teenager with angst about myself and everybody around me and noticing a moment

of vulnerability and somebody else struck me and I think that was telling me I needed

to be a poet because I had to do something with what I'd seen and over and over again

the more I've written poetry and read poetry, the more I realise that moments, simple,

observed moments, are calling out to be written about.

Mountain Dew commercial disguised as a love poem by Matthew Olesman.

So here's what I've got, the reasons why our marriage might work because you wear pink

but write poems about bullets and gravestones because you yell at your keys when you lose

them and laugh loudly at your own jokes because you can hold a pistol, got a pig, because

you memorize songs, even commercials from 30 years back and sing them when vacuuming.

You have soft hands because when we moved the contents of what you packed were written

inside the boxes because you think swans are overrated and kind of stupid because you

drove me to the train station.

You drove me to Minneapolis.

You drove me to Providence because you underline everything you read and circle the things

you think are important and put stars next to the things you think I should think are important

and write notes in the margins about all the people you're mad at and my name almost

never appears there because you made that pork recipe you found in the Frida Kahlo cookbook

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